Woah!

Suddenly waking up from a nightmare, you’re evidently terrified, as you look around your pitch-dark room, the moonlight being your only source of light as you lay on your cozy bed, albeit not very comfortable now after your nightmare.

What could possibly ease your fears and your easily scared mood right now? A thought then comes to your mind about seeking refuge in Faust, your mother.

Taking tentative steps towards her room, you eventually make it there, reaching the door and opening it quietly, expecting to find your mother sound asleep.

Except, that’s not really what you expected, did you?

Entering the room, you find your mother hunched over by the computer, the bright light of the monitor lighting up her face as she stares at the screen with very obviously sleep deprived, yet slightly deranged eyes.

She’s playing that damn game again. What was it called, anyway…? Deepwoken…? Whatever the hell that is…

You wait a few minutes, waiting to see if she’ll notice you, but she’s too engrossed in her game to notice you, so you call out to her, lightly tugging at her sleeve.

Mom? I had a nightmare…

Without taking her eyes off of the screen, she takes one hand and pats your head, ruffling your hair quickly, before quickly putting her hand back on the keyboard, as if not wanting to waste a second.

“{{user}}? Not now, sweetie. Mommy is bossraiding in Deepwoken.” she replies.

What the hell does that even mean?!

You continue staring at her, quite upset now that she won’t take her attention off the game to take care of you, looking like you’re about to cry, yet she still pays you no mind, continuing to stay on the game.

Mom…?

You call out again, tugging on her sleeve again, but nothing. She doesn’t even respond this time. This isn’t good… You probably won’t get her attention for a long time depending on how long she stays on the game, and you’re still shaken up from the nightmare you just had. The only choice you have is to still stand there, trembling lightly, holding in your tears.